The
next week went by in a flash. The weather was still going up and
down. One morning it would be really hot, the next it would be chilly
again. The good thing was that there was officially no more snow!

I wished I
lived somewhere hot, somewhere up in the states like California. I
really didn't like snow very much and wasn't into winter sports
either. Occasionally, I went Skiing and tubing (which wasn't
technically a sport, but was really fun). However, I really didn't
enjoy Hockey or pretty much any winter sport. I tried it as a kid,
but didn't get into it. I tried soccer as well and played for a
couple of years before I gave it up too. Organized team sports didn't
really hold my interest for long. I did go out for a run every once
in a while though; I suppose that was good enough.

Lunch-time
was the best that week. There were a lot of projects and assignments
being given out right now and classes weren't too fun. That made me
appreciate it even more so. Ryan, Nathan, Josh and I didn't go out
for lunch like we'd done previously. I would sit at my usual table
with Nathan and Laura (Josh joining in every once in a while), across
from Ryan's table. Every few minutes our eyes would meet and Ryan
would make a funny face or slyly wink at me, his dimple flashing and
making me want to eat him rather then my sandwich.

It really
felt good to mess around with him like that and I didn't want it to
end anytime soon, I admitted to myself finally. I wanted to hold on
to him for just a bit longer.

Nathan's
little fight with me went ignored the next time we'd seen each other,
and we continued to act as if nothing had happened. He still made no
effort to hide his distaste for Ryan, but never voiced it aloud—which
I appreciated. If I were to remain friends with Ryan, which I hoped
so, I didn't know how I would keep a balance between those two.

Ryan and I
hadn't gotten the chance to really hang out in a while. With the both
of us really busy with school and all, it'd been difficult to sneak
in some time. We did manage to make out a few times, but nothing
beyond that. Ryan was beginning to open up and his attitude seemed
different. I have to admit it made me happy to notice this new
development.

The Friday
before the long weekend, I'd finally handed in all the stupid
assignments and was standing at my locker. A relieved and stress-less
feeling in my chest as I emptied out my backpack and only put in the
books I would definitely need. That feeling of relaxation and the
knowledge that I would get to go home and just chill, was so good I
could taste it. I would leave all my homework till Monday evening,
when I had to do it.

“Hey
there, Stranger.” Josh said, walking up to his locker which was
only about three meters away from mine. “What's up?”

I slung my
backpack over a shoulder and replied. “Nothing much. I'm so
damn tired.”

“Yeah
I know, same here,” he yawned, “Any plans for the
weekend?”

“Nope,
I am just going to sleep it out. You?”

“Well,
there's a party...” He pointed out.

“There's
always a party.” I said, laughing.

“Yeah,
well the weather's finally good so I might be going. Wanna come?”

“Not
this time buddy, sorry.” I really was. I just wasn't in the
mood for a party.

He
frowned. “We never really hang out anymore. Just you and I, and
Laura.” He said.

“Hey,”
I said, “it's all good, okay? There are other people, and there
will be in the future, but no one gets in the way of our friendship.
Even if we don't really hang out we're all still going to be the best
of friends, us three.” I grinned, thinking of something. “We
represent unity and peace don't we? The gay guy, the lesbian, and the
straight-guy. The best of friends.”

Josh gave
me a hug, grinning wide. “You really do have a way with words.”

“What
can I say? I'm a talented man.” I stated, going for
egotistical.

“Little
boy, more like it.”

We both
burst out laughing. “Fuck you.”

“Nope.
No chance of that.”

“So
how are things with the girlfriend?” I asked finally.

“We
broke up.”

“When?”
I said, with a chuckle.

“Today,”
he said, in a matter-of-fact way. “She just wasn't right for
me.”

I laughed,
“No, you idiot. I meant In life. All you can think about is sex
though.”

“Hey,
what can I say? I'm a healthy teenager.” Josh declared in a
booming voice.

I heard
chuckling and then a quick, “Are you sure, Josh?” Before
I finally saw Ryan standing behind Josh. He had some papers in hand,
that looked suspiciously like a list of invalidated absences from
school, and a text book in the other hand.

“Melbourne,
what are you doing here so late on a Friday?” It was Josh who
said this.

He
gestured to the papers in his hand. “Got in trouble for my
invalidated absences. Gotta go home and get these validated. If I
don't, I get suspended.” My suspicion was proven correct.

“Good
going.” I told him.

“Shut
up, you skip as often as I do—if not more.” His eyes had
a friendly sparkle to them, despite his words. “Except you
don't get caught.” He added sheepishly.

“You're
right about that.” Josh said, looking at me. “He does
skip a lot.”

“The
difference between you guys and me, is that I'm smart about it and I
don't get caught.” I huffed.

“You
heading home?” Ryan asked the both of us, ignoring what I'd
just said. He asked us both but was really looking at me. Even Josh
noticed this because he looked back and forth between the two of us
with a questioning look in his eyes.

“Yeah,”
I said, “taking the bus with Josh.”

“I
can give you guys a ride.” Ryan offered. He looked so hot today
in his casual jeans and green Abercrombie and Fitch sweater. The
exact shade of his eyes. His broad shoulders were accented by the
material of the sweater and his skin had a healthy glow.

“Do
you guys want to come over to my place to hang out then?” Ryan
was persistent. “It's Friday and I have no plans...so it'd be
cool.”

“Sure--”

“I
don't--”

Josh and I
both said at the same time. Josh looked at me in surprise at my
answer to the question. He thought Ryan and I still hated each other
but remained civil. Little did he know...

“Well,
I can't but if Kyle...” He trailed off, confused.

“Kyle,
you can come, right?” Ryan asked me.

“Yeah,
I have nothing exciting planned.” I told him.

“Great,
let's go. See you later, Josh.” He grabbed my shoulder and was
leading me out already! How could I protest when he weighed so much
more then me?

“See
ya' Josh,” I called out, bemused by the shocked expression on
his face.

Ryan led
me out of the school, around and into the back parking lot where he
usually parked his car. When we were situated in his car, I finally
asked him. “What the hell was that about?”

“What
do you mean?” He genuinely asked.

“Well,
I thought you wanted to keep --this--” I gestured to us, “under
tabs.”

“We're
friends, right?”

“Well,
yeah I mean--”

“Then
why do we have to hide being friends from anyone?”

“I
though you wanted to--”

“I
never said that. I just want to keep a low profile on our sexual
relationship. There's nothing wrong with being friends in front of
everybody is there?”

“No.”

“Then
it's all good. I'm just sick of hiding our friendship and pretending
that I don't know you that well. I don't give a crap anymore. I hate
that I can't just walk up to you at your locker and talk to you, or
just be with you without being in a group situation. I'm your friend
and we don't need to hide that.”

“Wow.”
I said.

“Yeah.
Now we don't have to act all sly and steal glances at each other
during lunch. I can just sit with you.”

“Uh-huh.”
I said, still pretty overwhelmed. He reached out and mussed my hair.
“You look cute when you're confused.”

“Uh-huh,”
I mumbled. Cute? Cute?

“I
am not cute.”

“Yes
you are.”

“Hot,
sexy, those I prefer.” I pointed out. “But cute?”

“Well,
you're those things too, but you're still cute.”

I rolled
my eyes. “Okie-dokie.”

“See
that was cute.”

“Ryan,
shut the hell up.” I told him. “Sometimes it's better
when you're an ass-hole.” I only meant it as a joke of course.

“Fine,
fine.”

We pulled
up in his driveway and exited the car. When we got inside, the first
thing I noticed was the luggage in the hallway. The next was the
woman standing by the double doors that led into the living room. She
had a file in her hand and was flipping through it casually. Her hair
was a shade of blonde that was identical to Ryan's. It was styled
fashionably and hung perfectly straight. When she looked up, I found
myself looking into a pair of green eyes that were the same shade as
Ryan's but lacked the familiar warmth. Her mouth was thin and serious
and when she saw Ryan, a ghost of smile lingered on those lips.

Ryan's
eyes were expressionless as he greeted his mom. “Hello, Cindy.
How was your business trip?” I didn't even flinch when he used
his mom's first name. Ryan had told me he wasn't very close to his
parents.

“It
was successful. I got a great tan out of it at least.” She
smiled, not even looking at me. “Your dad's not back yet?”

“No
he's scheduled to be back in town sometime next week.” Ryan
responded. His mom simply nodded. “You're back early.” He
pointed out.

I smiled.
“Hello, Mrs. Melbourne.” I felt like I was watching some
sort of business transaction, not a mother greeting her son after a
few weeks of not seeing him.

“Pleased
to meet you.” She looked at me real hard. “ You remind me
of someone. Is your mom's name, by any chance, Bella Moore?”
She asked.

“Yes,”
I replied, “Yes it is.”

“Ah,
a wonderful woman. I knew her quite well at one point in my life.
Sadly, it wasn't exactly a great point in my life.”

I nodded,
getting the message. If she'd known my mom...and it hadn't been at
such a hot time in her life, it was probably because she had been her
patient at the time. I'd have to ask my mom about that sometime.

“Say
hi to your mom for me, will you Kyle? Anyway, I'm tired and I think
I'll drink some coffee and then take a nap.” She waved and then
was off.

When she
disappeared, Ryan rolled his eyes and told me to follow him upstairs.
“That's why I want to leave this place so bad.” Ryan told
me quietly when we were in his room. “She's like a cold
machine.”

“Ryan,
she's you're mom.”

“Well,
she's not that great at it. I mean, it's not like she wants me.”

“She
seemed okay.”

Ryan
chuckled. “She doesn't torture me or abuse me verbally or even
physically. She's just so damned mechanical and unfeeling. I'd
actually like it if she was mean, but she's not. She just never
wanted kids. She doesn't care about me. She likes me but she doesn't
give a crap. If she found out about us, she'd be so mechanical and
disgustingly frigid.”

“Is
she homophobic?”

“She's
a clean freak, and she thinks gay people are dirty. If she found out
she'd calmly and coolly tell me to stop right away or leave her home.
She can't even use religion as an excuse. I know she's not religious.
She just cares so much what everyone else thinks, that even though
being gay isn't against herpersonal
beliefs, the thought that others will look down on her for having a
dirty mark on her family will make her feel that way. I've heard her
make rude comments about gay people before and I just-just felt
like..I don't know...puking, I guess.”

“But
you're not gay.” I said calmly. I didn't understand my
feelings. I hated this guy a while ago, I fought with him very often.
Now he was my friend; I was having sex with him, but he was my
friend. I actually cared about him. I didn't go into this thinking
this would happen, but I cared for him now. It's not like I was in
love with him or anything though.

“Yeah,
but I'm not exactly straight or I wouldn't feel this way for you.”
His green eyes penetrated mine and I just wanted to melt into his
body and feel him around me, in me. A window was open and clean fresh
air whooshed through, assaulting my senses and making my hair fly.
Somewhere, lightening struck.

“What
way?”I asked, my voice barely a whisper..

“Like
this.” He whispered, drawing me into his lap on the bed and
letting me feel his erection for myself. I moaned at the feel of the
hard flesh poking against my behind. I rolled my hips, causing him to
moan lowly and clutch my waist, pressing into me.

Everything
else faded away and was forgotten.

“Why
do I want you so much?” He asked me, his breath hot against my
lips, his lips hovering. “God I missed the feel of you.”
He kissed me, a hard wet kiss that grabbed my breath, then a slow and
sweet and utterly delicious kiss. Lots of tongue and saliva. Slow and
sucking, sensuous movements that fascinated me.

“Because
I'm...”Mmm, so hot, I kissed him again, “Cute?”

Ryan
laughed, pulled his lips away and grinned at me. “That you
are,” kiss, “but you have such a hot ass.”

“And
you want to fuck me?” We both knew the answer to that. He
groaned into my mouth as I wiggled onto his cock. It was so hard and
I wanted to take it out and put my lips around it and make him come.

Ryan
twisted me around so he was pressed up against me between my thighs.
His dick ground against me and I moaned. His hand traveled to my
shirt and dragged it up and above my chest, leaving my nipples bare.

“Mmm
they're so pink, like candy. So sweet looking that I want to take a
bite.” I moaned loudly when his tongue took a long swipe and
then his teeth nipped at the bud.

“I
want you so much.” I told him, kissing his neck, “but not
right now. Your mom—aah, oh god, Ryan. Your mom—don't--not
right...ohhhh.” I was hungry and desperate, my cheeks flushed
and my eyes closed. My hips were rolling with need, and I couldn't
seem to stop moving. I was moaning a lot of nonsense. A lot of. “No,
not right now,” and, “just fuck me,” and a lot of,
“please, Ryan.”

Ryan was
stroking my—now bare—thighs and his lips closed over my
thick, drooling, cock. I called out his name because of the surprise
of his movement. He sucked the head, licking sensuously, running his
tongue over it again and again.. The tip of his tongue made a gentle
swipe down the length of my thick cock before sliding the head into
his mouth again. He swallowed the entire shaft, the fat head bumping
the back of his throat. He moved on and off and increased the pace.

My hips
rocked with pleasure and I groaned with the pure need that filled my
body. The suction of his mouth increased and I moaned loudly again,
rocking my hips. “Ohh.” I was so close, it was so good,
my cock in his mouth, his tongue licking at me like I was some form
of desert. I couldn't breath , my body twisted and bucked and I was
so so close...

I came
hard and fast, my body convulsing, and my breath coming out in short
shuddering gasps. Ryan swallowed and I just lay back, breathing hard.
I didn't even have a chance to recuperate before Ryan's tongue found
its way to my pink-puckered hole. He licked tentatively around it
before he slid his smooth tongue in. The feel of him there was like
heaven solidified. Words became moans as I was transported into
another dimension entirely.

He
tortured me like that for what seemed like hours. His tongue sliding
into my entrance and then retreating, then licking around. I was
ready to scream with the need that filled my body. He just held my
hips and kept at me. I was about to scream when he finally pushed two
fingers inside and stayed there. I groaned, “Ryan...ohhh...”
in and out, slow and sweet and painful. “Mmm fuck me.” I
moaned deleriously.

“Yeah?”

Three
fingers slid in this time, and I rolled my hips, wanting more. “Oh
yeah.” Faster, deeper, he stroked, fucking me with his fingers.
“Ahh.”

“Are
you sure? Because I've wanted to do this for so long. If you tell me
yes, I don't think I'll be able to stop.” His other hand
reached out and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. I leaned
into his touch.

“Yes.”

I don't
know where the condoms or the lube came from but suddenly they were
there. Ryan slipped his shirt off, the line of ridged abs revealed,
leading to his broad, wide shoulders and the most beautiful face on
the planet earth. His hands trailed down to his jeans and he slid
them down over his hips. His boxers hung low on his narrow hips, and
his hard cock tented the front of the silky fabric. I reached out a
hand and stroked the fabric covered head.

Ryan slid
the boxers off and put on a condom. Then he slicked me up.. The smell
of sex and sweat assaulted my senses in the most primal way, and my
nostrils flared in response to the stimulation. He placed my feet on
his shoulders and lined his cock up to my well slicked, stretched
hole. He rubbed the smooth and shiny head around my hole but didn't
push in.

I lay back
on the bed, the sheets were crumpled around my body but I didn't
care. My eyes were half lidded and heavy, my hands limp. I felt the
smoothness of his chest against my torso, the fine hairs on his legs
brushing mine. I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at me, his
eyes glazed with desire and longing. The lights were dim and soft and
Ryan's lips curved up into a smile that reflected it.

His eyes
trained on mine, and forcing me to look deep into his eyes, he slid
into me, watching me. Slowly, sweetly, a fraction of an inch at a
time. I'd expected it to hurt like a bitch, but it wasn't so bad.
Perhaps for someone else, it would have hurt but I just felt a burn.
Ryan was considerate, thoughtful. He ran his hands soothingly along
my sides while his eyes were dazed with the feel of my tight ass
clenching around him.

One more
inch and he was buried to the hilt.

Ryan let
out a groan. “So—tight.” He rolled his hips and
suddenly I too let out a groan. He began a slow movement, in and out.
He would slide out slowly and side back in slowly again, all the way,
his entire length filling me wondrously. He was letting me adjust to
the feel of his cock. I clutched the bed sheet, grasping at it.
“Ryan...”

He changed
the pace. One quick thrust and one long, hard thrust, all the way
in.. I was in ecstacy, I lay back moaning and writhing. I wanted him
to feel what I felt, to know how much I was enjoying it. The feel of
him inside of me, the beauty of the moment, the passion and wonder
that filled me. I grabbed his face and led him to me, kissing him,
trying to convey to him.

“I
know, baby. I know.” His hands soothed me, running through my
hair as his tongue swiped the sweat off my chest. It was the first
time he ever called me baby, the first time he used a word of
endearment. And it was perfect. I think a part of me just melted
right there. The knowledge that this big tough guy was being so
gentle with me, knowing it was my first time, was amazing.

I don't
know what tomorrow would bring, but I knew that even when this ended
between us, I would always remember this. I would have to. He was
after all my first.

But now I
wanted more.

“Ryan,”
I begged, wrapping my legs around his waist to hold him there. I
could feel him pistoning in and out and it was so so good and I
wanted so much more. I wanted him to pound into me like there was no
tomorrow. I wanted so much---god I was so close.

Ryan was
breathing hard now. He shifted to a better angle and then began
driving into me again. Oh so Good, it was so good, so good—wild
tremors flashed through my body and I felt so weak. Rippling
pleasure, my body contorted and I , “Ah, ah, oh.” I shook
with the ferocity of his thrusts. The bed moved and Ryan threw his
head back and let loose. His thrusts became wild and hard, and he
drove into me over and over again. I couldn't speak anymore as
pleasure hazed my brain. Words became sounds, and moans, grunts and
groans. A new language that lovers understood. Nothing but the feel
of his hard cock fucking into me penetrated my brain. And it was so
good, so fucking good that I could scream from the intensity of it.

“Aaaah...Ohhh...fuck.”
He fucked me harder still, and I couldn't take anymore. I needed to
come, it was building up inside me slowly.

Ryan slid
out and flipped me over so he was on top and we were spooned against
each other. I stuck my ass out in the air, my cheek pressed against
the bed. He buried himself in me with one hard thrust. The force of
it had me clawing and moaning as my cheek pressed harder against the
bed sheet. With each thrust, my body slid down into the bed.

“Such
a tight ass.” Ryan groaned, driving into me savagely. His
thrusts became harder, the sound of his balls slapping my ass
reverberated through the otherwise quiet atmosphere.

“Oh,
god yes.” I moaned, moving back to meet him thrust for thrust.
My face smashed against the smoothness of the bed, as a result of the
ferocity of his driving into me. It felt so good that I can't even
begin to tell you. “Ah, ah, ah, ohh.” I was so fucking
close, so close.

Ryan
grabbed my shoulder and thrust in once deep, slow, twisting his hips
and making me moan even louder. “Fuck, yeah.” He said and
then his cock drove into me hard and fast over and over again until I
felt like I would black out from the pleasure. He was insatiable in
his need for me, he fucked and fucked, his cock torturing me, until
pleasure hazed me so intensely, every touch was magnified. A hand
dragged across my nipple and I moaned deeply, my senses alert, every
touch feeling like a million stars exploding on my skin.

“You--
ohhh, yeah.” He twisted his hips again, grabbing my hair and
going in and out slowly and sweetly once more. “You're killing
me.” I moaned. He slid out, sliding his cock along my hole but
not penetrating. I almost sobbed in frustration.

“You
want this?” Playful Ryan was back and he blatantly pushed his
hips forward, sending his cock hard into me. “Yeah—ohhhh,
fuck yeah.” My eyes shut again at the feel of the thrust.

Hard,
fast, wild. This time there was no play and he just kept driving into
me. He fucked me like there was no tomorrow, the way I wanted. By
now, I was flattened to the bad, only my ass sticking out slightly,
welcoming Ryan's hard, wet cock. My body was limp and shuddering and
I couldn't have held it up any longer. “Mmm...Ohhh...yeahhh...”
Encourage by the pleased sounds I made, Ryan only drove into me
harder and faster, his hands clutching at my back.

“Ohhhh...”
I groaned, trying to lift up a hand to clutch his thigh to me but too
lost in my pleasure to make it far enough. Ryan pounded into me hard
and fast and quick , driving his cock as deep as it would go one more
time before he finally came, collapsing and shuddering spastically
with the relief. His body relaxed onto mine and I came along with
him, shuddering and twitching from the release.

They say
that during a male orgasm, at that instant, that a male comes, not a
single thought is inside his head. Just fulfillment and utter
blackness.

For a few
minutes, we just lay there, him on top of me. Then as I finally came
to and the feeling of deep exhaustion and blackness abated, I finally
felt the force of his weight. “Get off me, you big oaf.”
I told him.

“Way
to thank me.” Ryan said laughingly but nonetheless got up and
dragged me to the pillow with him.

“Excuse
me? Thank you?”

“Just
kidding, relax. But...was that amazing or was that amazing?”

“Hmm...”
I felt sleepy suddenly and yawned. “Not gonna lie. That was
pretty fucking awesome. However, seeing as I have nothing to compare
it with--”

He ran a
hand down my arm and the other silenced me. “Just let it be.
Don't say anything stupid.”

“Hmmph.
Listen to your own--”

“Kyle,
I'm not saying anything stupid to ruin this for us. You don't
either?”